the heart is so completely and perfectly empty
emotions flow through it like wind in the trees
as the sun and shadows dance on the mountain
the heart is so quiet
left just to beat
and push blood to the hands
that are so free to touch
i have now arrived at the point in my life
where all i want is beauty
the harshest silk and the softest wood
the tanned young skin and the scales of leather
the sadness of a final kiss and your heartwarming goodbyes
the softness of evil
and the harshness of the embrace
goodnight
to sleep alone in fields where i lay
in the arms of brothers
with the distant memories of our loves
and the cities in which they lay
to the fields of war in which i cower
and my brothers arms to hold each other tight
till the war ends and she can hold me
and i can lay
and i can dream again sleeping and dream of the war
in which i dreamt of her
and now life as a dream
life as peace
and love as war
real friendship is not having friends
but having a drink at the end of a six month hiatus
with someone who you have never forgotten
and having never blamed
life can be so busy as love lies so still
love has taken a vacation
and the vacation is adrift
young love so full of passion, colour, prints, and photos
now all the love shared is grey and stained with wine
where are the days in chinatown
the hours passed with cameras at the laundromat
and the waking together
to the smell of burnt coffee and yesterdays cigarettes
where has love gone
a young boy looks to the city as a light of promise and hope
as an old man looks upon a dwindling city candle of history and time
and the city lies still above the buzzing prays
of old men and hopeful youth
another humid montréal day
reclining gently into the evening
love on the rocks
a straight shot of perfection
and a hangover of you
zebrasindenver 